Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"As much as I would like you to start your research now -" the witcher shrugged, holding the donkey's reins in his hand and walking on the road. "-but I'm afraid I have to deal with this Kikimo first.

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"Well, Qiqimo..." He Shenyan looked at this huge spider-like monster with interest. Its dark brown carapace had a rough surface, one of its four long legs was missing, and its back was covered with two rows of spikes.

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"What? You are also interested in it. But I'm afraid I have to send this thing to the local mage's tower first for him to see." The demon hunter said casually.

"I'm not interested in it. Frankly speaking, I think this ugly monster should be exterminated." He Shenyan's words made the demon hunter look back at him in surprise, and he said: "Qiqimo is

They are ugly, but there are some that are uglier than them. I don’t think you have the time to kill them all one by one.”

"Why, are you taking it seriously?" He Shenyan said with a smile, and he followed the demon hunter with his hands behind his back.

"Magics don't usually joke," Geralt said.

"Well, like I said, I'm different."

Geralt was unconvinced.

They came all the way to the granite tower. A large door knocker was hung on a gray-white wooden door decorated with rose-colored patterns. It was shaped like a flat fish head with bulging eyes. It held a copper coin in its mouth full of sharp teeth.

Ring, Geralt silently gave a low rating to the taste of Master Ilion, whom he had never met before. He walked up and said, "Is Master Ilion at home?"

After a while, the fish head moved its jaws full of sharp teeth, sprayed out a stream of water vapor, and said in a dull voice: "Master Ilion is not seeing guests now... Wait! Wait! You

who is it?!"

The fish head's eyes suddenly moved, staring intently at the man in black robe standing behind the demon hunter.

He Shenyan responded with an innocent smile and looked at Geralt questioningly. The witcher turned around in annoyance, intending to leave this inexplicable tower and leave the fish head behind.

A completely different voice suddenly came out of the fish head's mouth: "Stop! Please turn around! Ah ha, it's you, Geralt! Who is that Excellency next to you?"

Geralt glanced at He Shenyan and decided to let him introduce himself. He made a gesture of invitation, and He Shenyan smiled. He did not speak, but just stood there and snapped his fingers.

As a result, the door opened by itself, and there was rich darkness behind the door. He Shenyan returned the gesture of invitation to Geralt. The witcher couldn't figure out whether this was a competition between two mages, but he was more concerned now.

Can you exchange that Kikimo for some money? Gold bars can't be taken out in taverns. Then you have to go to a dwarf bank in a big city to exchange them for coins.

The fish head let out a brief whine and disappeared in a puff of smoke. Geralt led the donkey and He Shenyan into the dark tower together. In an instant, a brand new scenery appeared in front of them.

The orchard is blooming with white and pink flowers, filled with the smell of rain. The colorful rainbow divides the sky in half, and connects the dense tree canopy with the blue mountains in the distance. This upright cabin is located in

In the middle of the orchard, dense hollyhocks grew all around. Geralt lowered his head and found himself standing in knee-deep thyme bushes.

He Shenyan said in a critic's tone: "Pass."

"what does that mean?"

"It means that he is pretty good at this kind of low-level illusion. At least he is not a liar who only knows two tricks. You can count on me checking the goods for you. You're welcome."

Well, although he said that he was a special mage, they were the same in terms of arrogance. Geralt thought to himself.

A voice said: "Oh! How did you... Forget it, it doesn't matter. Your Excellency! Please come over! I've prepared good wine! It's right in front of the house!"

They walked into the orchard and walked through the woods. Geralt's keen senses allowed him to notice movement on the left. He turned his head and saw a naked blond girl walking among the bushes holding a basket full of apples. Demon Hunting

He looked at the back of the girl seriously and kept staring at her. He Shenyan said lightly beside him: "Don't look at it, that's a scarecrow."

"What?"

"It's just an illusion, my friend."

The witcher promised himself that no matter what happened next, he would not be surprised again.

"We are finally here, hello! Your Excellency! And you, Geralt, my old friend."

"Strigobor!" Geralt was still surprised.

In his long life, he had seen councilor-like thieves, beggar-like councilors, princess-like prostitutes, cow-like princesses and thief-like kings. However, Strigorb would never - no matter what standards - be compared to

Concept - he looks like a mage. He is tall, thin, and a bit hunched. He has extremely thick brown eyebrows and a long hooked nose. He always wears a black robe that is dragged to the floor.

This day, which we have not seen for years, has not changed.

The sleeves of his robe were exaggeratedly wide, and he was holding a long staff with a crystal on the top. All the wizards Geralt knew were different from Stregobor, but the surprising fact was: he was indeed a genuine wizard.

They came to the porch surrounded by hollyhocks and sat down on wicker chairs beside a white marble table. The blond girl holding a basket of apples stepped forward, smiled, then turned around, swaying her waist lightly towards

Walking into the orchard, Geralt still stared at her intently.

"Your Excellency, there are those who welcome you from afar, and those who welcome you from afar. I wonder why you are here?" Strigob's enthusiastic attitude made Geralt realize something. He did not rush to talk about his Kikimo, but kept silent.

He silently looked at the blonde who continued to pick apples in the flower field, and listened to their conversation.

"Nothing, I'm just wandering around."

"I understand, I understand. Someone as powerful as you must have his own purpose. Old Strigorb is just a second-rate mage."

"Ha!" He Shenyan laughed loudly.

He pointed at the blond girl and said: "This is not something that a second-rate mage can do, Mr. Strigobo. There is no need to test or be too humble, just communicate with me normally. I am not the kind of person who despises everything after gaining power.

As you can see, I am in this respect——"

He snapped his fingers, and the girl turned into a red-haired girl wearing a tight black leather jacket, with fiery red lips, and a face more beautiful than any princess Geralt had ever seen, not to mention that figure. Right there.

When both Cui Gebu and Geralt's eyes widened, they heard He Shenyan say: "——It's also quite involved."

Strigob forced himself to come back to his senses, and he said dryly: "Uh, sir, please forgive me. But you - you, how did you do it just now?"

He Shenyan looked at the old man and said softly: "Want to learn? I'll teach you."